these legs were made for stomping

Anticipation has a gaze,

though it may seem wrong, 

to try and completely ignore it 

like you'll wait so dam long  

but hold onto that wait 

don't forget those plans

keep marking up the slate 

twiddle your thumbs in your hands  

it'll come if you let it 

don't time it 

don't sweat it  

spend time in action 

whether it be yours 

or someone's satisfaction 

cuz 

times a deadly dirty sis 

that will grant you wishes 

and everything bliss  

you may not even want to look back

cuz times always change 

eventually you'll pick up the slack

cuz its yours and you own it

can't trade it

can't loan it

in the end of it

you'll go to New Zealand, Alberta or Home

cause these legs were made for stomping

on the planet where they roam